I Want A Tattoo Over My Heart

That Means That The Universe Is Two-dimensional. Matter, Energy, Time, You, Me And The Floor Are Holograms.

Journalism Is Just A Gun. It’s Only Got One Bullet In It, But If You Aim Right, That’s All You Need. Aim It Right, And You Can Blow A Kneecap Off The World.

Los Angeles Had No Culture Of Its Own, Just A Large Collection Of Misreadings Of The Artistic Histories Of Other, Proper Cities.

I Was Having A Mildly Paranoid Day, Mostly Due To The Fact That The Mad Priest Lady From Over The River Had Taken To Nailing Weasels To My Front Door Again.

You're Miserable, Edgy And Tired. You're In The Perfect Mood For Journalism.